Outwhere? Some dare,
'Ill-liter-it' with care.
Where Imagination Persists,
Man Ek-Sists.
Mythological Models Emerge,
And hands of power, surge.
Do the tools invert the man,
Or are we all just one big clan?
When the Hunter becomes the Hunted;
Even if not Hit, we are all confronted.
Extract the color from this life;
Was black and white just too much strife?
Waiting eagerly for distribution,
Mute surfaces need contribution.
Once one masters the WORDS,
Frozen images can the Merge.
Change the information, please.
One-sided can not be all that one sees.
Redundancy can be habitual,
Except when it becomes mythical.
Magic is a necessary game,
If not; Then each day would be the same.
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you play with words and rhymes like no other person I know. I love it. Keep it up!
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